Those birds remembered first to sing
That saw together you and me and Spring;
And I was happiest
(CKSM, May 1909)
And when I thought how my dear friend my lover was
on his way coming, O then I was happy…
And that night while all was still I heard the waters roll
slowly continually up the shores…
For the one I love most lay sleeping by me under the same
cover in the cool night,
In the stillness in the autumn moonbeams his face was
inclined towards me,
And his arm lay lightly around my breast – and that night
I was happy.
(Walt Whitman, 1860)
Could it be?